let’s pretend we never did meetit will heal all that hurts -unfulfilled expectations knives in the back
Healing
let’s pretend we never did meetit will heal all that hurts -unfulfilled expectations knives in the back
paint strips me of decaying flesh, while the world celebrates art - that masks my soul disguise lets me die in undeserved dignity
taking up a challenge acing it then letting another overtake -a major part of life slacking giving up citing inevitability of defeat being labelled A wastrel not worth it acceptance of circular tracks in competitive arenas finding joy In being where you are -Nirvana
Fear grips him as he hears announcements about the flight being delayed due to bad weather. It is his last hope for freedom, his ticket to a new life in another country. The police can be here any moment. (203 characters)
The inspiration for this piece comes less from the prompt and more from the contribution of Len at https://lensdiary.blog/2019/04/06/the-hustler/ and Jade Li at https://tao-talk.com/2019/04/06/reenas-exploration-challenge-81/ RESPONSE accretion of dark layers on brightness of my soul refuses to be washed away -held by hands which rule the world -held by those who feel threatened by light -held … Continue reading Dark journeys
I don’t like museums. They only whet appetite, but don’t take me closer to the truth. I don’t know if the writers hired to write lengthy descriptions are historians, or just good content-writers. Travel guides gain expertise in the art of storytelling. I unpeel layers of a story cooked up in an ancient pan, written … Continue reading Search for Truth
He has experienced gut-wrenching hunger in his early years. Later, he found that fighting hunger is easier than fighting evil which suppresses independent thought. He is a writer who dares to present things in a different manner, and superimposes his vision on existing or non-existent objects. The vision may contradict known logic. The fire in … Continue reading Blazing pen
I wrote fables but believed in my fantasies it all came alive in nuts we cannot crack, but they rule the political sky https://lindaghill.com/2019/04/05/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-6-19/
Soaring high In the sky Little star Envies the moon Not feeling Confident….. Eerily quiet
The full moon peeped through partial clouds. It is her day, and the clouds are bent upon taking away the glory. A lovelorn poet looks at the sky, and writes about the beauty of his lover behind a veil. Whom will you designate as the central character of this piece – the lover, lover’s beauty … Continue reading Cloud